Bossy Drunk
For Tanukiyasha
By Draconicon

“Damn Miaska…damn money-bubbing...grubbing...bitch…”
Another shot of tequila didn’t help the little tanuki. If anything, it just made her anger burn hotter. But at least it pushed some of the humiliation away, and for that, she kept drinking.
“Just because she’s the money…thinks she can run…everything…bah…”
She looked over her shoulder as a spurt of liquid – cooler than her anger, but still hot inside her ass – filled her ass. The giraffe pulled back from her and zipped up, and walking away without a word. She didn’t care. Getting a good dicking was the only thing besides the alcohol that could make her feel better after an argument with her business partner. It wasn’t the first time that she’d come out here after a fight, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Yasha spread her legs, feeling some of the latest load ooze out her ass before she tightened up again. The cool air chilled it as it ran over her labia, a few strands sliding inside while most of it pooled beneath her. It squelched against the stool cushion, and she ground herself against it a few times before grabbing her beer again.
The barman looked at her as though he still couldn’t believe that he’d served her anything. He must have been new; she came here every time she got into an argument with Miaska – [i]stupid rich mob pup[/i] – and this was the first time in months she’d needed to show ID. She was of legal age, even if her tanuki blood let her look like she wasn’t. Throwing back her head, she finished her third shotglass before slamming it down on the counter. As the barman reached down to take it away, she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Gemme the bottle.”
“Aren’t you a little –”
“’nother!”
He ran off without another word, returning a moment later with the requested bottle and more shotglasses. She filled each one before downing her fourth shot of the night. With her size, she’d be blind drunk with two more shots, and another three would probably blot out the whole night. Then she’d go back to her partner, they’d talk for a while, and they’d get back to business at the club with all the other sexy guys and girls.
Until then, she was going to keep going with her self-discovered cure for her anger.
Yasha looked over her shoulder, lifting her tail and swaying the fluffy limb from side to side. The tanuki hiccupped as several guys looked her way, including a familiar wolf – he had a pretty good cock, if she remembered right – and a tiger that she hadn’t seen before. Both of them had tented pants. Even drunk as a skunk, the tanuki knew they were just waiting for an invitation.
“Get yer asses over here…”
Though she had been hoping for the wolf, the tiger was faster. Big furry paws grabbed her hips as she turned back to the bar, managing another mouthful of her beer as his cock slammed into her pussy. He wasn’t the biggest she’d taken, but she felt every inch. Yet another perk of her tanuki heritage. Yasha groaned, lowering her head against the bar.
Each thrust from the big dicked feline drove out a little more of her anger. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was working. He pushed her back and forth along the stool, her crotch grinding into the mess left from the other guys she’d ‘invited’ over and soaking her fur. The smell of cum and sweat was stronger than she’d normally like, but for now it just helped distract her from her problems.
He growled in her ear, but she ignored him. The tequila was good enough that she took it in sips rather than gulps as he fucked her, or maybe it was because she didn’t want to spill it. Or maybe she just couldn’t hold the glass to her lips long enough for any big gulps anymore. Yasha didn’t know or care.
Shlurp, shlurp, shlurp went his dick in and out of her, and she started rocking back on him. A few soft moans escaped from the tanuki as she felt some pleasure from it, the feline lifting her off of the stool for a moment. For a second, she smiled.
And then he came.
[i]Damn it,[/i] she thought as his cum flooded her. It wasn’t the first time that a male got off before she did, but it was a never-ending source of frustration for her. [i]Why can’t more guys learn a little more self-control?[/i]
Still, she had to admit that the sensation of being filled was another thing she was looking for. A good cum filling always brought back good memories. Times when that mob puppy and her had gotten a good guy to share. How they’d brought a business together from the ground up and made it work. How they could really get off together with some of their clients.
They all faded as the tiger pulled out, his load oozing out of her pussy the same way that the giraffe’s had leaked out of her ass. It pooled under her before she squeezed herself shut, leaving her ass looking like someone had sprayed some crummy whipped cream over it. She mumbled under her breath as the feline pulled back, finishing her fifth shot of tequila before pushing it away. She needed more, and she knew that the other guy could do better than the tiger did. He always left her feeling better during these little fits.
Hiking up her tail, she pulled a leg up so she was sitting more on her thigh than her ass. She met the wolf’s eyes and glared as commandingly as she could at him.
“Well?” She nodded over her shoulder towards her crotch. “It ain’t gonna lick itself.”